Wildflowers - Rosa Snyder

Walking out of the car, the breeze immediately hit my face. I take in my surroundings. The house was at the top of the hill, just barely edging the bundle of trees. The town was small, and in the middle there was a little square of shops and cafes where potential lovers in a John Green book would meet. “It smells bad James,” my younger sister said tugging at the bottom of my coat.

“You’ll get used to it, it’ll be okay,” I responded reaching for her hand. I walked her inside while our parents unpacked the car.

“The key should be under this heart shaped stone near the stairs James,” my mother shouted as Daisy and I strolled along the pathway. I stopped as I found this heart of stone and lifted it upward to find a shiny metal-thing shaped like a key glistening in the sunlight. I walked onto the porch and opened the front door to our new home. As I looked inside I could feel the disappointment sinking in. This is where I would spend my last year of childhood and it didn’t feel like home. “What are you thinking about James?” My mom asked approaching behind me.

“I don’t know, why?” I responded

“Well, you have this blank stare on your face like someone was just hit by a car right in front of you.”

“Well that’s morbid mom,” I said turning around to face her. My mom placed her hand on my back to comfort me.

“Well don’t worry, you won’t be here for long.”

“Mia can you come help me move these boxes into the kitchen?” My father asked passing by us.

“Sure honey.” My mom turned around and walked to the car. I looked over my shoulder to see Daisy playing in the grass.

“Daisy you’re going to get your dress dirty.”

“But I wanna pick the flowers!” I walked off the porch and into the grass and sat down next to Daisy. “I’m gonna put them in my room!” She said looking up at me smiling and her braids whipping around.

“I’m sure they’ll look beautiful Daisy.” I sat there watching as Daisy picked all the flowers she could.


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The flowers sat on her dresser. The room was cold and the light peaked through every crack between the curtains. The bed was lonely in the corner with no warmth to comfort it through the night. Her toys are only able to be with each other now. No more hugs, no more play time, no more wildflowers. Just a cold room with no one to grow up in it.